Analysis of my friends



My friends are the best, we play all day
Or we sometimes might lay
I always have fun when im with them
These days are as priceless as a gem
We can we anywhere, like on the baseball field clay
I always wish and pray
That they can forever stay
Im always looking for them to come
My friends are the best
When they are gone it feels all grey
I get all excited when they are on the way
Without them I feel all dumb
I get all lazy and slum
But i see them again and i give a big yay
My friends are the best


Scheme aabbaaacDaaccaD
Poetic Form
Metre 111011111 110111 11111111 111110101 111101101111 11101 1110101 11101111 11101 11111111 111010111101 0111111 1111001 111101011011 11101
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 499
Words 108
Sentences 1
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 15
Lines Amount 15
Letters per line (avg) 26
Words per line (avg) 7
Letters per stanza (avg) 390
Words per stanza (avg) 108
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Written on April 30, 2022

Submitted by CDunlea on May 13, 2022

Modified on March 05, 2023

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